The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1887-06-16

regular succession from the hou
when my mother held me on he
knee am told mo of the Kriss Kriu
gle to this last hour of mine. The
something horrible, that l had n
power to resist, seemed TO clutcl
me.--Then-nothiug.
l come TO myself. sit in grca
armchair. The physician support
me.
Poor old mani l heard hin
say. He is coming to himself. Ro
move the body
1 see blue. veined head IN,
own; a long. white-my own.
glance toward tho door Two OF
three men carry the form Of youu(
man through it. know tha m,
spirit is in my uncle's body, anC
that my body is empty oft. wall;
with the step ofage across tho room.
l arise. look in the glass l see
my uucle.
who am ~ ask the physician
You arc still bewildered, old friend,
he replies.
But call me by name" on.reat
Hans Emil Muller is what he an-
swers.
'Yes! cry. Il am Hans Emil
Muller! Aud they carried dead
man through the dor inst now.
Was it my nephew, poor Franz
Wurzolr
DO not distre,, your self sail
the doctor. Ee at rest. He suffers
no morepaiut;'
Suddenly l feel twingo OF the
gour. The deucc! l cry; But ]
do
will not bo put to bed, inquire
particulars 1t is supposed that
Frantz Wurzel suffocated himself
with some noxions gas evoked by
wild experiment, aud that his uncle
tainted after bringing him down from
the laboratory in his arms.
So | am no longer Frank Wurzel
l am Hans Emil Muller. I he body of
Franz Wurzsl lies in white linen in
a coffin in the quiet parlor. Friends
come TO view. Some woer -~..c
are quiet; some say: we knew he
would kill himself at last l can
not look at the form once my own,
but when my friend Adolph and his
wife come to the house l stop them
on the stair, and try to make them
understand.
'Adolph;' l cry, 'lo not weep for
Franz! am heT They look aghast
and shrink from ne. 1t is plain they
think me mad.
Then l am left alone for a long
while.
A nurse watches me. All are very
suspicious OF me. hear whispers
from those who come to the house
OF mourning of this has turned the
old mans brain
Tho next morning awoko with q
dim remembrance Of what had taken
place. arose and looked in the
glass, and saw the reflection of the
face of my old uncle.
/ went down to the door OF the
closed and darkened room, opened
it aud peeped in. Two old womer
sat there watching something cover
ed with q sheet. ey did not heal
me.
He was very young to de- sale
one. 'Only five-and-twenty.'
And betrothed, TO-, said the other
She takes it pretty hard
"a pretty girl will find another
lover" said the first.
| slipped away. 1t was indee'
time that eased Pauline's heart
Sue always believed me-she woul,
now. went out into the street.
sought Pauline's home. Before it wa
a garden bright with tulips; at on
end pretty summer house. hear'
a sound of soft sobbing there, and en-
tered. saw Pauline. Her head wal
bent down upon the table; she wa
weeping bitterly. stopped and kiss
ed her foaehead. She looked up.
'Ah, my good Herr Mailer sh,
said, weeping, "you have come t.
me, We will mourn for him togeth
er.
Pauline, l said, 'listen. Believ
me, 1 have always desired knowl
edge that other men scorned. A
last | have learned great secret
This is not Herr Muller, it is Fran
Ourzei. My soul has taken pos es
sion of my poor uncle's body 10 or
: ldar that | might hold the Waalth b.